Week Three

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, some shit went down! Salieri's scene went off without a hitch, but the good mood didn't last. The first motive was a bit of a doozy, and yet it didn't even have anything to do with the eventual accidental death of Mumble Happyfeet! At least Sissi was already pretty much dating Death anyway, right? She's probably fine, wherever she is.

This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.

Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))

Comments

[yourattention]

[By the time Varian manages to catch up with Ruddiger, Connor's got like eight apples stuffed in his pockets and he's talking to Ruddiger as he waves an apple around.]

If you eat all those and get sick, you trash panda, I'm not responsible. [He looks over at Varian.] Oh hey, yeah uh. I put in a coin and it was 76 trombones, apple edition.

[There's just. Apples everywhere. There's so many apples. I simply did not realize how many apples are in a bushel.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger doesn't seem to care one way or the other so long as he gets to keep these apples he's picked up. They're his now Connor, you can't make him give them back unless you don't mind apples that have been touched by raccoon hands.]

Uuhhh, oh geeze- here, lemme help!

[OR...TRY TO HELP...god, where's a big bucket for apple holding when you need one? The closest is the trash can, but he's not going to use that...instead he'll quickly duck into the kitchen to find the deepest pot he can find. It's not going to even be close to enough, but it's something?]

[yourattention]

[When Varian comes back, Ruddiger is on one of the cafeteria table seats and Connor is staring him down.]

No more apples. You have three apples in your grimy little people hands and you can have more tomorrow.

[Ruddiger don’t touch all the apples before other people can have them challenge. Connor looks up at Varian and smiles.]

Oh, good thinking, actually. I probably shouldn’t have just started shoving them in my pockets.

[alchemistake]

Eh, it's alright. It's not like you can really think when you're dealing with a hundred apples flooding the room.

[He'll start scooping up apples as he comes across them, depositing them into the pot. He can't help but smile at the way Connor is scolding Ruddiger basically exactly like he would, because the raccoon isn't protesting. He's just pouting, still holding those apples with no indication he's going to be giving them up any time soon.]

Well...hope everybody likes apples?

[yourattention]

They'd better. I'm gonna make, like, three apple pies for Spongebob's party later. [Absently, to Ruddiger:] Preemptively, you cannot have any. I might make you applesauce later, though.

[People food is for people!!! But raccoons can have little a applesauce, as a treat.]

[alchemistake]

Oh, he'd love that. Apples are his favorite.

[It's why he and Maximus fight so much, he imagines. Horses like apples too you know.]

I didn't know you could bake though, Connor.